Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 349

“Hey, stop your nonsense! It's embarrassing to have your pants taken off by a man!”

Disgust filled Harold at the thought of Bobby trying to take his pants off.

He was speechless when he finally understood why Bobby insisted on covering the glass on the door.

“Scared? Too late! I'll be honest. I like seeing the fear in your eyes. I'm the most excited whenever I do this procedure for others. It's even more exhilarating than whipping or dripping candles on those women!”

Catching Harold's dread, Bobby wasn't in a rush to castrate him.

Instead, he wanted to deal a blow to Harold's mentality first.

The terror in his victims' eyes and their fruitless struggle gave him a sense of excitement, and it had been a long while since he felt that.

“You've castrated many men before?”

Harold's anxious expression was suddenly replaced with a grim look at Bobby's comment.

“Not many, about a dozen. All of them were the same as you! All of you dared to steal the women I had eyes on! No, wait. In some of those cases, I was the one doing the stealing. Those men were quite pitiful indeed!”

Bobby huffed a breath at the sharp scalpel as he spoke. Pity even filled his eyes as he sighed.

One might assume he was merciful based on his expression and gesture.

“Thus, you don't have to worry about being alone. When I'm done with you, I'll introduce you to each and every one of them,” Bobby continued.

Harold fell silent at Bobby's offer.

Perhaps it was more accurate to say he was considering whether to make Bobby disappear from this world.

He never expected such a twisted man could exist.

Bobby had ruined about a dozen men just because of his jealousy.

Harold could've sympathized with Bobby's twisted mindset if the latter was a woman who had her heart broken by a man.

However, that b*stard was a man. Not only did Bobby steal others' women, but he was also even cruel enough to castrate the men. He was a nutjob!

Harold was glad he came to rescue Marilyn. Otherwise, who knew what horrible torture she would've suffered under this psycho?

Bobby thought Harold was terrified out of his wits since he was silent.

The corners of Bobby's fleshy lips curled into a grin before he burst into maniacal laughter. Thinking he had done a number on Harold's mentality, he decided to start on the main event.

However, just as he was about to approach Harold with his scalpel, Harold abruptly swung his leg, landing a heavy kick on the man's two-hundred-pound body. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bobby flew two meters backward and crashed into the wall with a loud thud. His heavy body nearly sent the entire wall tumbling down.

His large size was advantageous to him. If he were thinner, he might've blacked out.

“You... Weren't your arms and legs handcuffed? What...” Bobby asked in confusion as he slid to the ground.

Even though he didn't faint, he needed at least thirty seconds to catch his breath. He felt as though his organs had exploded from Harold's kick.

“That's right. My arms and legs were cuffed, but did you think those pieces of junk could restrain me?” Harold asked coldly.

Using a little force, he broke the shackle on his other leg.

Then, he focused his attention on his arms. The veins running along his arms bulged up as he tensed. Before long, the handcuffs were broken too.

“You... You're not human!”

Harold's actions had stunned Bobby.